Vivian somehow didn't care much for the textbooks that were ripped apart. She could ask her parents for new ones if these weren't fixable by magic. Though, of course, she didn't even want to think about the letters she had with Andrei that she needed to dig into the mess of a room for. The prefect ducked and picked up what look like a sleeve of her shirt, frowning at the sight.

Merlin, she hated looking weak, but the thing about seeing their dormitory -- where she and her dorm mates all had a fun time, shared marshmallows and discussed topics on boys -- made her annoyed. Looking back at Junia, Vivian did the same and made piles of her personal belongings. And yeah, she'd deal with the broken pieces of wood that used to be her guitar... later. Not now. It made her eyes sting.

But then she heard footsteps coming, and Vivian looked back up to see her Head of House. Thank Merlin, she had arrived in time and that her charmed airplane note had made its way to the right hands. And the younger Slytherin girl, too. She got a small smile from the prefect. Apparently, it wasn't just the fifth year dorms. "Good evening, Professor," the prefect greeted and immediately rubbed her eyes to remove any sign of tears that could have given her away as weak. As for the question, Vivian gave it a bit of thought. Honestly, she didn't really pay much attention to anything else after seeing her things in a disarray. "Not that I know of, Professor, no," the blond replied. "And there seems to be no sign or trace left behind either, Professor." Who would be stupid enough to leave anything behind, anyway? Funny how everyone was in class when this all happened, to be honest. Like it had been intricately planned out or something.

"I agree with Junia, Professor. It's hard making an inventory of our stuff when everything's scattered." They would have to miss dinner in that case. The culprit left pretty much all of their things in ruins and without mercy.